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| Retinal Reminiscence; Maybe Sci-fi. Non band story. Some new details on first post | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: September 26, 2012, 4:19 pm (512 Views) | |
| Achernar | September 26, 2012, 4:19 pm Post #1 |
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I want my dragon back :c
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I decided to write this, part of a "universe" I'm trying to "shape". I hope you enjoy it. if you read, thank you c: EDIT: Okay, I should say stuff this contains: It contains violence, maybe a couple of illustrations, smut in next chapters. what I don't know is how this will turn out ._____. Chapter 1 The earth was a forgotten story; the final decision was made a long time ago. Humans were no longer the inhabitants of the world; they destroyed their senses, pretending to evolve at the pace of technology. However, that wasn't enough for the new people, they started to notice how they needed materials for the subsistence of their new senses. There, in the devastated planet, stood the last organic being. Armies going back home to report accomplishments and the number of families caught. Every mirror, every remainder of the crystalline exoskeletons were an amusing image in the hunter’s eyes. Something was forgotten, his leader was very clear in his own way, one of the crystallized escaped. Constant pressure changes, strange frequencies echoing among the abandoned houses, and an unknown atmosphere composition were kept in mind when soldiers were sent. Lightweight machines which almost resembled necklaces, rings or metallic wristbands were worn religiously, knowing the simple disposal of them would end in death caused by dimensional incompatibilities. Fucking long words, fucking warnings, fucking needs. His needs are what brought him to face what their superiors, the technologic-ones, didn’t want to face. They were cowards, trying to forget how easily death arrives at your door. In childish stories there was somebody called the Great Lines, the Sleepy Savior, the Wise Luck, who planned the insertion of the “perfect proportion”, which was what mankind was craving since they were conscious of their scientific skills. Fuckers. They didn’t have to cut their bones and plug wireless shit on their brains. They didn’t have to create him nor his war companions. It wasn’t necessary; they could have done work with their own hands. A pile of melted quartz decorated the discolored blood-stained wall. He wondered if his prey was just like him, another victim of the “perfect proportion”. No, they were different. He was twisted inside since he was born and like his other war friends, it was in his genetic encoding. They naturally enjoyed killing, fornicating and getting wasted, but as soon the technologic-ones put the pills on their sight, they would respond instinctively to any command of the others. They were made to feel need, and the worst of all is that, somehow, he liked it. Time to get work done. His mouth was watering just from the thought of those pills in his mouth, his reward for wiping out any sign of resurgence of the outer living beings. Crush the last drop of life. The idea was arousing, he kept walking while adjusting his gear. He always noticed how light his wristbands were. He couldn’t understand how they worked, he wasn’t even using an helmet like in old documents. “Science is perfect”, maybe he was too stupid to understand physical laws? Something inside of his soul knew the truth. Kicking the dead body of a perforated and melted being, he laughed a bit, looking a drop of semen inside what seemed to be the “rib cage” of whatever gender it was. Magic. Yes, it was stupid to think in that word. But by looking what they did a couple of days ago, how stupidly the leaders-kind acted, how nothing new seemed to be invented… He reached the plains, ready to run with the magma gun in his hands. Hungry and unsatisfied, he held the magic devices. His feet moving, marking sacred territories. Now everything made sense, but he didn’t regret anything. If the “Wise Luck” was who he thought he was, he was going to obey his destiny. Because the devil only wants the strong souls, the leader-kind was just the machine to feed his race while they were just a little part of the “perfect proportion”, but as soon they finish the “perpetual matter project”, the technologic-ones would not have any function to serve. Then, the proportion would become obsolete and the devil will take his people to destroy the reigns of never seen dimensions. And he was glad to delight himself with the acquirement of another piece of the machine. That piece was going to be a very important one, especially considering how in that moment it was hiding and resisting, but eventually it will look at it with those ruby eyes. In the early morning both individuals met at the center of the destroyed city. “Are you going to leave me free?” The voice resounded through all its limbs, preparing to attack at any moment. “It’s impressive how fast you learned our language” The soldier said staring at the ground “I’ll give you the chance to run away,” “And then? If I ran, you will follow me, I know you won’t stop, you’ll eventually find me, and then you…” crystalline shapes trembling as it tried to continue, as the wicked smile of the enemy tried to hold its laughter. Thin sounds continued “...and unlike you, this is all I know and for you, this is just one corner of your eye,” “How is it possible in this fucking world nobody among you, shitheads, could do something to defend yourselves? You are pathetic,” He took the semitransparent head, forcing the crystalline to look back, expecting to see hate, but he didn't get an answer. Flesh lips moved again, “I know what you are going to do if you get rid of me, I know you have the half of the necessary genetic material to start again, and your people stored it somewhere. We know you can reproduce without a mate,” hidden eyes appeared in the forehead of the crystalline, all five of them opened widely, with the shock of fear. He didn't move. “Cowards. Why you didn’t attack us as soon we arrived? Why are you so kind? Why?” The soldier examined the strange body which slowly stood up; he kept his hands in the other’s head. Ruby-like eyes stared with another expression, hidden behind fear. “Why?!” Why?, the crystalline didn't have the answer. Thinking about it, the eyes of the soldier were covered and considering the fact they were able to see without their eyes, those five ruby eyes realized they couldn’t stand light due a lack of –life-? “Because we are not like you, I can see how fucked up you are. We were perfect, you hate us for the same reason. I am clean of whatever which runs your world and I don’t think I’ll be ever understand how can you obey everything just to satisfy your so-called needs. You,” The flesh fingers softened. “But aren’t we the reflection of our needs? I do it for the one who’s waiting, the one who’s going to give me everything. Maybe you don’t understand because you haven’t felt those needs” A fist formed, impacting the crystalline without hesitation. The prey fell without showing it's pain. “You are funny, at least you made smile a bit…it’ll be fun to kill you” he charged his magma gun, waiting until the strange body to stand up.“You have 5 minutes to hide,” “Before starting this game, do you have a name?” “Yes, my name is Exhaul Codeine. I guess you have a name too, insect,” “My name is Anhidh,” Anhidh. It was enough. It had happened hours ago. He wanted to end this as soon as he could, his blood boiled every time he remembered those sapphire fingers. He pictured Anhidh in his mind. He was male, Exhaul was sure of it. Exhaul entered the sacred territories…. Edited by Achernar, October 8, 2012, 1:11 am.
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| Lilith | October 10, 2012, 4:38 pm Post #2 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Wow! This is very interesting! I love your imagination. Exhaul sounds like a very interesting character. I wonder what's gonna happen next! More!
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